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Autonomic Onomatopoeia

Certain words onomatopoeically
pluck meaning from innate sound–
evolved sound, sound that we have
very long inhaled–their consonants frets
on the neck of our consciousness, their vowels keys
to our xylobones; their syllabication
autonomically strutting
across the bass of our brains.
They sneak their tongues
into our ears – kiss;
strum tenderly the harp
of tuned tendons; zither
our various plexi; nipple songs
of hip (pocampus) as if
on a dulcimer
of reflexive-–fuck
percussively; susurrate love
like the near silence
of twilit breeze; and when you are far,
and I am farther still,
they make up poems
that both of us
know
by heart.

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Draft poem for 24th day of  National Poetry Month.  I like it!  I hope you do too.  (Sorry to those who are offended by profanity for the profanity!)  Also updated since first posting – could not resist the hippocampus.

This is not linked to any other site, so, instead, I’ll plug some of my books!  (Second Sorry!)  Comic novel, NOSE DIVE,  book of poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, or children’s counting book (with elephants)  1 MISSISSIPPI.   Check them out!